THE CUSTODIAN OF COMFORT IS A STINGY S.O.B.
THE CUSTODIAN OF COMFORT IS A STINGY S.O.B.
That “I wasn’t aware”
Does not mean I do not care.
It’s merely that
Your burden is not mine to bear.
My own back is stiff
But not in pain, certainly not the agony
You purport yours to be.
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That you live in misery
Is plain for me to see.
If I suggest “Why don’t you go
Back in your little room?”
It isn’t really fate and doom.
I merely prefer to not see
What you have come to be.
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If you have movement issues
And stagger and fall,
I’ll assume and accuse
“Too many pills won’t cure all ills.”
Even though I know you
No longer have any meds at all.
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But if you cry in despair
As your sting-nettle skin
Burns with electric sizzles in the air
And I say
“Can’t you just take a pill and feel better?”
Even though I do know you
No longer have any meds at all.
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When the Jinn pull your hair
And whisper curses in your ear,
Alien words that I will never hear,
It doesn’t mean that
I don’t care
It’s merely what I prefer,
When I say “I wasn’t aware.”
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So if you love me
Go.
Hide your pain and misery.
Stay in your little room
Wallow alone in your damned
Doom and gloom
So what if your nerves are shot?
Please know that mine are not.
Don’t ask me for sympathy.
Go. Let me be.
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It’s not that I don’t care,
I just want to be safe when I say that
“I wasn’t aware.”
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